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cold-blooded
I was supposed to see my father tonight, but I didn't. I guess I'll talk to him tomorrow, or Wednesday night. Today was a pretty disheartening day for me.
friend: so how was your day?
me: it was aiite.
that good, huh?
yeah, I was overflowing with so much joy, that I wanted to jump off the Whitestone bridge.
Listening to the blues, typing softly, and slowly, while the honey sleeps. 70 wpm isn't that fast, but it is...when someone is sleeping.
In many ways, I've known, that I am cold...well...what I'm trying to say is that I was massaging the honey's foot, and my hands were so cold that he couldn't stand it. He made me wash my hands in hot water, twice. The first time I washed it, he couldn't believe me, so I practically scorched my hands in hot water the second time. I guess I am cold-blooded, afterall.
I'm scared.
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